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traintracksTitle: Charlie Weasley's Fuck Autobiography
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Pairings: permutations of Charlie/Harry/Draco/Teddy, (Harry/Draco, Charlie/Teddy), past Teddy/Victoire, *Bill/Charlie, reference to Bill/Fleur* [highlight to read]
Rating: NC-17 (quite)
Words: 14,500 (in two parts)
Summary: Charlie doesn't think that this is his Fuck Autobiography. But it so is.
Content: threesome/moresome sex, Daddy!kink (between Charlie and Teddy), godfather/godson, passing Teddy around like THE best sex toy ever, bottom!Draco, Top!Draco, a LOT of come, some mild D/s, brief and mild whipping, cousincest, anal sex with no prep, *incest, infidelity* [highlight to read]
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I have to cut off all of Harry's annoying godfather "issues" – his 'Are you sure, Teddies' and 'God, I feel like a right gits' and things. I pull him to me, grab his fuckable arse and start massaging it. Harry loves that. It relaxes him. It reminds him I'm in control and I'd never let anybody hurt him or his godson. He rests his hands on my shoulders and looks into my eyes. I smile. "C'mere," I instruct and pull him to the sofa. I relax into one corner, one foot on the floor and one along the back, and nestle Harry against me, facing out. So he can watch.
Because thankfully, Draco Malfoy has no such issues and is all the fuck over Teddy Lupin.
"Malfoy," I call.
He sucks off Teddy's neck, his lips bruised-looking. "Yes?"
I crook my finger and he comes to kneel next to the sofa. I run one hand into his hair and press his face down into Harry's crotch. He goes easily, hungrily.
"This is where you live," I tell him.
Harry leans his head back against my shoulder, lips parting, as Malfoy nods, slurping at Harry's denim-covered cock. Harry's hand joins mine and we mess Malfoy's hair up good. My cock is getting harder and harder against Harry's now-squirming arse.
I shove Malfoy's head off. He comes up panting. He eyes Harry's soaked jeans, his obvious erection, and gives the display a little arrogant smile.
"Teddy?" I say, my voice changed from my own arousal.
"Yes, sir," he answers.
Harry groans in response, and Malfoy whispers, "Shite…"
They have no idea what's coming.
"Hold still," I tell Teddy. Then I withdraw my wand, aim it at him, and strip him bare in one swish.
He sort of gasps a laugh and then doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, so he just rubs them along his thighs over and over. His cock bobs in that deliciously heavy way it has.
"What do you want, sweetheart," I murmur to him, the backs of my fingers tickling up and down Harry's arm all the while.
Teddy, bless him, gets all shy. "Er…" he begins. "Draco?"
Draco's head snaps up as though he's been called in class and doesn't have the answer ready.
Teddy smiles at him and, no shit, shuffles his feet.
Harry reaches out with a foot and nudges Draco in the arse. Draco looks at him, and Harry raises his brows. That's all he needs. He gets up and walks over to Teddy, yanking his shirt off as he goes.
"What do you want him to do to you?" I ask. "Or what do you want to do to him?"
Harry practically purrs against me, so I slip my hand down to cup his bollocks and roll them slowly through his jeans.
Teddy touches Draco's pale chest, his fingers slipping down. He turns his hand palm up and squeezes Draco's cock through his trousers. "I want him to fuck me," he says, looking into his eyes. "With no prep."
They stare at each other for a moment, Draco frowning a little even as he rocks into Teddy's touch. But then he grabs Teddys' wrist so fast it's a blur as he spins him, pulls his arm back behind him, and wrestles him easily to the ground onto his knees and bent over at the waist.
Teddy gasps, cheek pressed to the rug, but once Draco has him in position – which took about two seconds – he sighs and spreads his legs, arching to open and display his arsehole for the taking.
"Damn…" I breathe against Harry's ear. I've never seen Malfoy top. I should have known he'd be all Slytherin-callous about it. Even though, at heart, he's a complete softy. More than any of us. Which is why watching him now, like this, wrenching open his trousers, is so bloody thrilling.
"Can you lubricate yourself, Teddy?" I ask.
He nods vigorously. Draco fishes his cock out.
"Then do it," I order.
Teddy closes his eyes and concentrates for a moment, and then I see it dripping out of him, running down his bollocks and his thighs.
"But you heard the boy," I tell Draco. "No fingers."
"That won't be a problem," Draco says, staring down at Teddy's slick cleft and stroking himself.
He aims, rubs the head of his cock over the pucker again and again. Harry's breath hitches. I pop the button on his jeans and slip my hand inside.
Draco holds his breath and pushes. Teddy's eyes flutter closed as the cock penetrates him slowly. Arousal pumps through my body watching it – watching Teddy's hole eat it up. I grasp Harry's cock under the head and begin to tug and twist, even as Draco releases the base of his cock to get all the way inside, and then smoothes his palms over Teddy's upturned arse.
Teddy whimpers. Draco smacks his arsecheeks, one and then the other, grabbing them, massaging them, squeezing them around his cock and gritting his teeth and then opening them, thumbs pulling until Teddy cries out and turns his forehead to the floor.
"He's good at this," I murmur to Harry.
He breathes a little laugh. "Yeah. I know."
And that I did not know. Knowing it – picturing it – does things to me, and it's all I can do not to strip Harry's jeans down and impale him on my cock right this minute.
But I keep it in my pants, leisurely stroking Harry inside his, and together we watch Malfoy bang the shit out of Teddy Lupin.
He holds nothing back, pounding his cock into Teddy's arse while Teddy's moans of pleasure are punctuated by the force.
"That good, Malfoy?" I ask.
His answer is to smack Teddy's arse again. "Unbelievable," he sighs. His hips slow and he stays deep as he looks over at us. He meets my gaze but then becomes quickly distracted by my hand disappeared down the front of Harry's jeans. Draco's eyes darken as he watches the movement against the denim, and he times his thrusts to match my rhythm. Teddy and Harry both groan.
Draco turns back to the boy on his knees in front of him, stuffed full of his cock. He withdraws, slowly and completely. Teddy whines, and his arsehole, newly stretched, stays open for it. Draco plunges back inside, fucking a plaintive cry from Teddy's throat.
"You like that?" Draco asks him.
"Unh huh," Teddy whines.
So Draco does it again, pulling the entire length of his cock out until the head just kisses the stretched open rim, and then driving it cruelly back inside. Harry starts panting against me. I slow my strokes, and he out-and-out groans, drowning out Teddy entirely.
"Charlie Weasley," Malfoy half-grunts, half-sighs, "may I ask what you're doing to Potter?"
"So he's Potter now you're getting all possessive of his cock?" I smile. Draco shoots me a very Slytherin grin and starts fucking Teddy faster, staying inside. It makes a delightfully disgusting sound, seeing as how Teddy's slicked himself even further.
Teddy's arse is bouncing like mad, and Draco's biting his lip – his sign that he's close – when a beautiful, surprising thing happens. And it shouldn't have been surprising in the least.
Teddy morphs. Into Harry.
So suddenly, Draco is mad inside Harry's arse, and Harry is watching this from the sofa, from my lap, and he gives this little choked gasp, and when Draco realizes, his lips part, his hips stutter in their rhythm, and when Teddy says, in Harry's deeper voice, "Do it, Malfoy," Draco, quite frankly, just loses his shit.
"Merlin…fuck…fuck…" he grunts and then starts coming, sighing and rubbing his hands up Teddy's broader back, over the globes of his meatier, fuzzy arse, over his back again, groaning and thrusting and finally bending and laying his cheek between Teddy's shoulder blades to lazily fuck out the last.
And all the while, Teddy is watching Harry through his own eyes.
It's the most riveting and useful display of Slytherinism I've ever seen.
As Draco jabs into him a couple more times, Teddy turns once more, becomes himself, and then Draco withdraws, panting, and I pull my hands from Harry's pants, wiping the copious pre-come on his denimed thigh.
"Your turn," I tell Harry, shoving him a little to get him off my aching cock.
"Teddy?" Draco asks. "Are you all right?"
Teddy rolls to his back, smiling hugely. "I'm quite all right," he says, and Draco gives him a hand up.
"I want to feel that arse," Draco growls, reaching around and running his fingers into the boy's crack, pushing one inside.
Teddy gasps and stumbles a little in Draco's arms. Draco sneaks a peek at Harry getting situated on the sofa, pulling his fat cock out of his jeans and pants and stroking it slowly.
"I think I stretched him well enough for you," Draco allows. "And he's good and wet." Draco turns Teddy toward the sofa. "Are you ready for him?" Not knowing who he's talking to exactly, Teddy and Harry both answer in the affirmative.
As Teddy makes his way to the sofa, I beckon Draco.
It's hard to pay attention to Teddy coming to stand in front of the man he's called his godfather, when I've got Draco Malfoy settling between my legs. His mouth, that is. He opens it over the denim like he did with Harry. He's sated, so he goes slow, slurping and biting up and down the length of my erection and making these huffy-moaning noises that make me want to shove it straight down his slender throat.
I lay my hand on his head, lean my head back, and just let him have free rein as I turn my eyes on the other two.
I've never seen Harry so nervous. I doubt Teddy can tell that he is – Harry's learned from dealing with anxious dragons how to play it close to the vest – but he is. It's in the bob of his Adam's apple, the jumping of his pulse at the base of his throat, the way his hand clenches and opens on the sofa cushion.
"Harry?" Teddy says, and it's so goddamned sweet I almost don't let Harry have him. But Malfoy is licking hard swipes under the head of my cock, so I'm pretty much good with anything the others want to do for the moment.
For the moment.
Harry reaches for the boy, taking his hand, and then Teddy climbs on, straddling his lap. Teddy smiles down at Harry, and because of their positioning, The Savior of the Bloody World has to look up to meet his eyes. He does. There's something beautiful in that that makes me tug at Draco's silky hair to get him to ease up. I'm not ready to come in my pants like a fourth year on his first date.
Draco grumbles – he was hitting his stride – but then goes back to licking the bulge slowly.
Teddy leans down and kisses Harry almost chastely, testing him. His tongue darts out, and he gives Harry's lower lip a little bite. Harry opens his mouth and snogs him hard, pulling on his hips until Teddy settles on him, their cocks touching. Teddy starts to move against him, and Harry's hands roam his back, pulling him down, closer, harder, until Teddy gasps out of the kiss and rises up.
There are no words as Harry takes his own cock by the base to steady it – as Teddy resituates and helps Harry guide it in – as Harry watches Teddy's rapt face as he slowly eases down and Harry's thick cock opens him, sliding in easy from Malfoy's spunk.
The little frown that creases between Teddy's brows as he settles is perhaps hotter than the way his prick presses to Harry's body. His hair flashes hot pink, and Harry's hands card into it. Teddy starts to rock.
"Kiss him, Harry," I instruct, and as he does, as their tongues touch softly and they kiss deep and unhurried even as Teddy rolls his hips and fucks himself on Harry's cock, Draco turns his head in my lap to watch.
I have to start thinking of old Quidditch scores – that time Ravenclaw was up by 160 but I'd seen the Snitch, and I had to fight off Li for it until we'd scored one more time – because Draco is rubbing his face all over my soaked jeans, and I'm pre-coming, and Teddy is whining and speeding up, and Harry's hands have taken him by the hips now, and I can see his fingers dig in.
Harry leans his head back onto the sofa while Teddy slams himself down now. Harry fumbles for and finds Teddy's cock and starts jacking it. He opens drugged eyes to watch Teddy bite his lip and bounce. Then Teddy comes, spurting shiny ribbons onto Harry's stomach and hand. In moments, Harry joins him, groaning more luridly than he probably wanted to allow himself, and Draco makes a little noise against my straining cock that has me hauling him up by the hair again. We both watch Harry's cock pumping it into him – how it dribbles out, how Teddy is a complete mess now, fucked open and leaking two men's semen, and whimpering, whimpering, whimpering.
Harry pulls him close and starts whispering something in Teddy's ear that I can't make out. Teddy rolls his hips, gasps, pulls back smiling at him. And I know I'm never going to ask.
"Harry," I say, though. He looks, and I yank open the button fly of my jeans and drag my cock out over my pants. Draco licks his swollen lips. "You and Malfoy. Get me ready for him."
Teddy slowly rises up until Harry's softening cock falls out of him.
"You all right?" Harry asks.
Teddy edges off his lap, nodding.
"Merlin, he's a metamorphmagus," I chastise Harry. "The boy can take a cock! He brought wine and chocolates; what do you want from him?"
Malfoy could very obviously not care less about any of it, since he's hollowing his cheeks around my dick at the moment.
"Teddy. On the floor. Face away."
His gaze finds mine briefly as he nods his assent. Then he drops down and lifts his hips, showing me…everything. The way he's stretched, the way he's red, the way he's sopping wet. I hold Malfoy's head still and leverage up, fucking his face for a few moments just to let the power of my lust take hold. Malfoy chokes, gagging, and I fuck him just a little bit more, finally shoving him off hard, the both of us gasping.
He wipes his mouth.
I stand up.
"Harry," I say.
He joins Malfoy, kneeling at my feet, leans in and licks up my shaft. Malfoy watches and then joins in, laving the other side. Teddy waits.
I lay a hand on each of their heads, Harry's coarse, Malfoy's fine. Harry's lips suck along the side. Malfoy's tongue darts against the crown. And then they meet over the head of my cock, at first tasting, one and then the other – Harry swiping over the slit, Malfoy mouthing it – and then finally finding each other in this slow, dirty snog with my cock between them, slipping in and out of their hot mouths.
It's messy and obscene and bloody beautiful, the two of them making up real nice over my cock. Harry takes Malfoy by the back of the head, tilting his own. Malfoy moans.
"Now finger fuck that boy's sloppy arse," I tell them.
Malfoy's breath huffs hot against my shaft. But Harry reaches out first, tickling Teddy's arsehole with one finger and then pushing two into him. It makes a squelching sound, and Teddy cries out.
Malfoy angles his hand and dips one finger in alongside Harry's two – and then sneaks in a second so that Teddy's taking four fingers – and they both keep sucking me, and this right here might just be heaven, I'm thinking.
Harry's mouth fits over me and slides decidedly down even as Teddy fucks his arse back on their fingers helplessly. Malfoy licks where Harry's lips meet my cock and follow back up until he's snogging Harry again, desperate and hungry for it – my taste in his lover's mouth.
"That's enough," I finally say. Because it's either come all over their faces – or properly fuck my boy. "Go watch from the sofa. Make out or wank or whatever you like," I tell them. I can't take my eyes off the feast in front of me.
They pull their hands from Teddy's arse, and he mewls. I lower myself to my knees. I Summon a plump pillow from the sofa. "On your back, boy," I command.
Teddy turns over. I manhandle him until he's where the others can see what's happening, and I shove the pillow under his lower back and arse. He obliges by pulling his legs up. He's so exposed. He's hard again. His cock drools a little pre-come onto his stomach and it slowly rolls toward his chest.
I hitch his legs over my shoulders. I aim matter-of-factly. I push hard and enter him swiftly, filling him up with one brutal stroke.
He turns his head and cries out. I throw my hips into it and bang him hard and fast from the start, working up a friction. He lies there, jostled and almost continually moaning from it. My arms bracket either side of his shoulders. I come up off my knees entirely, my thighs taking the strain. And I hammer him. I keep it up for maybe five minutes. I'm grunting and growling, and I want him so badly, I'm almost afraid of this feeling in my gut, up in my chest.
I could hurt him. I know I could.
But that's when he starts crying, "Daddy… P-please D-daddy…"
I slow my thrusts way down, easing in and out. There's a high whine from the sofa and the sound of slapping flesh, and I just don't even give a damn. Having Teddy Lupin under me, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes, calling me his Daddy… I never even thought I'd want this. Now I don't know if I'll ever get enough.
It's a dangerous feeling.
"Your cunt feels so good around Daddy's cock," I whisper to him. "How do you want your Daddy to fuck you, sweetheart?"
He whines, and I lay on top of him, taking him in my arms. His wraps his around my neck. His eyes are wide and sweet. I'm fucking deep now, staying deep.
"Tell Daddy how it feels when he's fucking you." Merlin, I'm high on it. Saying it. Being it.
"So good," he says softly.
"Does it hurt a little bit?"
"Just a little bit."
"And do you like that?" I thrust hard a few times, making his pretty face crumple.
"Ye-e-es," he answers.
"Is it wrong for Daddy to fuck his boy?"
He shakes his head no.
"Not even a little bit wrong-feeling?"
"A…a little," he concedes.
"But you like that?"
His arms grip me tight then. "Yesssss!"
"You want Daddy to come inside you?" I'm so close, goddamn it.
He nods. "Please, Daddy. I want it."
I glance, for the first time, at the sofa. Harry's watching, and Draco is lying between his legs, bobbing his head. Harry gives me a little smile. His hand is threaded into Draco's hair.
I look down at Teddy, moving in him so slow. "You want it?" I say again.
He nods.
I unwrap his arms from around me and pin them over his head. I come up on my feet again and bend him in two. I fuck hard and fast.
"You're so full of come," I tell him. "You want even more? You little cock slut?"
He slips, says my name, "Charlie…"
I'm too far gone to care. And actually, it sounds really bloody good.
My bollocks draw up. It thunders through me, making me gasp and pant. My come floods his arse, squishing out, running down his cleft. I'm coming so hard, I think I could black out from it. I grit my teeth, my muscles trembling with effort, and pump him full.
Three cocks. Three loads of come. Teddy Lupin is a fucking miracle.
Harry must have come in Draco's mouth at some point. I don't even know. Everybody dressed, and then somehow Harry and Draco absconded with the wine Teddy brought and made off to Harry's room, but not before Harry hugged Teddy goodnight and Draco smacked him on the arse.
Now it's just him and me.
"Do you want to stay?" I ask.
He reaches out and idly traces the shiny remains of a bad burn on my arm. "I promised Padma I'd take her graveyard shift."
I'm leaned back against the kitchen counter, and he leans into me. He smells like me. It makes me want to growl.
"You're something else, Teddy Lupin," I tell him.
He looks up at me with a wicked smile that I can feel into my toes.
Shit.
I walk him to the door. He turns in the open doorway, and, like I do it all the time, I tug him to me for a fierce kiss.
"The password on the door wards is 'bowtruckle tits'," I say when I finally pull back from him.
He laughs. He can lull a dragon with one slight movement of his wand, but he laughs like a boy.
"Come back anytime."
He bites his lip, looks at mine. He nods.
Then he turns and tromps down the stairs to the ground level and sets off toward the paddocks.
I lean in the open doorway, my arms crossed over my chest, and watch him.
He turns once and waves jauntily.
Merlin's saggy-arse bollocks. I'm in big bloody trouble.
Harry shows up in my office two weeks later.
"What's up?"
"Charlie," he says, and I know this isn't dragon-related.
I look at him a moment, then I gesture for him to come around the desk. He perches his arse on the edge, and I settle a hand familiarly on his thigh.
"I know why you're here," I tell him.
He flushes with guilt, so I flash him a smile and fiddle with the inseam on his jeans.
"Harry, it's all right. I never intended to keep a bloody harem."
He looks at me, and I'm surprised at the warmth there. Harry and I always made good friends – great friends. Clearly, that's not meant to change.
"When are the two of you moving out then?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.
"I need to requisition a new flat." He rubs his scar absently. "Two bedroom, because you know we're going to row."
I snort, but then I tell him, "I'm going to miss witnessing the make up sex."
"We'll try to have some of it in the corral, don't worry," he laughs.
"I'll have something cleaned up for you by the end of the day."
He looks down. "Thanks, Charlie." Then, "You know this doesn't have to do with…"
"I know," I tell him. Even though it does and we both know it. "C'mere."
When he's close enough, I jerk him down by the front of the shirt and snog him soundly. "Monogamy's a bitch," I warn him.
"And polyamory's not?"
I scoff at his term. "I just like to fuck, Potter."
He straightens and gives me a knowing smirk.
"Don't start in on some heart-of-gold, love enough for every cock I come across bullshit, Harry. There's only one thing I love like that in this world, and that's a fire-breathing, winged, bloody great lizard, all right?"
"I love you, Charlie," he gushes suddenly.
"Sod off!"
He's edging toward the door. "I looooove you, Charlie," he goads.
"Shut it, you bloody ponce of an arse."
"I love you so much I—"
I draw my wand, but the shit Expelliarmuses me before I can even blink. Then he laughs his stupid arse off all the way out the door.
"Barmy git!" I yell after him.
I Accio my wand, shake my head, and start the paperwork for his and Draco's move. It's only when I'm writing the date that I realize it.
Bill will be here tomorrow.
We're just administering a salve to Norberta's right wing, so for a moment, I don't understand at all the terror that has come to fill Teddy's eyes, but it registers soon enough.
"Still playing fast and loose with the Ridgebacks, little brother?"
The smile's on my face before I can stop it, and I turn, grabbing him – we grab each other. I pull him in close.
"Bloody hell, it's good to see you," I say.
"I'd've thought you'd learn to use the blinders after the Claudette incident," he says, banging me on the back heartily.
I pull back and his hands grab and squeeze my shoulders hard. "With Norberta? She's practically a pygmy puff in dragon's clothing."
"It's good to see you, too, Charlie," Bill says, smiling at me. He looks past me, one hand sliding off my shoulder. "Teddy," he says, and in just that one word he says so much about being the relieved near-father-in-law who doesn't have to hate this kid because he didn't break his daughter's heart too badly. I'm sure it helps that Victoire was last seen at the family Christmas function snogging the ever-loving soul out of Eddie Longbottom.
"Mr. Weasley," Teddy almost whispers.
"You're looking fit," Bill says to him. "How do you like working under this one's whip?"
Teddy's eyes go wide for a moment, but then he laughs a little drunkenly, a little too much, and he blushes and proceeds to tell Bill what an honor it is to work with me and goes on and on in such as way as to leave really no doubt that we're fucking.
Bloody great.
"I see," Bill says. But he's looking right at me.
I give him a silent warning (or a plea), but he just shakes his head, shoves me, and says, "I'm hitting the mess for some food. I'm completely knackered. Catch up later?"
I nod. "I'll be back home around eight," I tell him.
"Teddy," he says again, in almost that same exact way, only now there's a note of 'Have fun letting my brother bugger you' in there as well.
When he's gone, I look down at the kid. "Brilliant," I tell him.
"What?" he says.
I just tousle his now blanched white hair. "Do you have Norberta? I need to get back to the office."
"Yeah, sure," he says. When I start to walk away, though, he stops me. "Charlie?"
I turn.
"Do you…not want me to…come over tonight?"
I think for a moment. Then I tell him, "I'm not ashamed of what we're doing, you know."
It's true. I would have told Bill in private at some point.
"Doesn't mean you'd want me there," he counters.
I frown. "I want you there."
He blushes and drops his gaze. Then he nods. "All right. If you're sure."
"I wouldn't say it unless I was, boy."
He swallows. "Yes, sir."
"Finish up here and then go find and help Patil with those new fire alarm charms."
"Yes, sir."
"Dinner at 8:30. I'm ordering from Zabini's new place down the hill."
"Thank you, sir."
"And you're staying after."
His hair goes lavender. I haven't really figured out what that one means yet, though. Until he whispers, "Thank you, Daddy."
I firm my lips and shove my hands in my pockets in order not to do him right where he sits and seriously freak out Norberta.
I walk away, to my office, to the never-ending paperwork, and I'm only half-hard.
Teddy helps me clear dinner away. We do it by hand. I don't know why. We just fall to it, passing one another as we take plates from the table to the sink. Bill is out on the veranda.
Once everything is in the sink, I set the dishes to washing like I learned from my mum.
Teddy sighs. "Did I do all right?"
I know he's not talking about the dishes. I grab him around the back of the neck, pull him close, and murmur in his ear, my lips grazing the shell, "You were fucking lovely."
He hums. He wraps his arms around me slowly, with what feels like effort.
"Sleepy?" I ask him.
"Dandelion wine always does that to me. Mind if I beg off and go to bed?"
"No," I tell him, though my hands can't seem to stop roaming up and down his back. "Knowing my brother, we'll probably be up half the night talking, so…"
"Don't wait up?" he asks, leaning back and looking into my eyes.
"I'll be in some time before dawn."
"I'll be warming the sheets," he answers.
I run an appreciative hand over the swell of his arse. "Anyone ever tell you that you have an arse that won't quit?" I ask philosophically.
"No, but I don't think I've reached my limit yet."
I smack it, squeeze it, and then shove him away from me on a growl. "Go rest before I fuck you on the counter."
"If you insist," he sighs. But then he yawns gigantically.
I swat his arse one more time and because I just cannot keep my bloody hands off of it. Then I turn and watch the dish mop making sudsy circles on a plate for a few moments before taking down the twenty year-old Scotch. I forego glasses.
I take the bottle and walk through the house with it, my boots making heavy scraping sounds even as I hear Teddy cleaning his teeth and running the water. Such a good boy.
When I step out into the night, Bill doesn't turn. He's staring out over the valley at a herd of Thestrals who are grazing in the distance.
Seeing them always makes me think of Freddie. My gut seizes up momentarily. I unscrew the Scotch and take a swig. I join Bill at the railing and lean there, the bottle hanging over the side.
"Mm?" I ask him, holding it out.
He takes it, drinks long, passes it back. Then he takes a pack from the back pocket of his black jeans and lights a fag. He hands it to me without comment, and I take a drag, wondering if Harry will ever come back and steal puffs off my cigarettes. Of all the things, I think I miss that the most so far.
"Why are you being such a morose little bastard over there?" Bill asks when I hand the fag back.
"Er, eat me," I tell him.
He gives me a long, long look.
"So, I know I'm not just on vacation, Charlie," he says. "You said there's some curse-breaking needs done?"
We talk about the job for a little bit, some stray dark magic down near the village. Probably kids playing with a spell book and things got out of hand. The village kids are such plonkers. Like I wasn't!
We talk about Mum and Dad, about Ron and Hermione, about Georgie and the shop and Angelina's pregnancy. I ask after Victoire, and he smiles. "She's brilliant. Going for a Muggle PhD, did I tell you?"
"Merlin," I breathe. "Dom?"
"Quidditch hero. Crap witch." He laughs.
"Louis?"
"I'm changing his name to Little Fred. Every day something new explodes."
We're both silent for a bit, then I snatch his fag away and draw again. I blow the smoke up toward the moon, only half full. "Waxing or waning?" I ask him.
"Definitely waning or I'd be more twitchy," he replies.
I look over and smile at him. He looks over and smiles back.
I clear my throat. "How's Fleur?" I ask.
His smile falters. He looks back out at the valley. "Fine," he replies, shrugging. "She's fine." He takes the fag back and inhales. Then he drops it and crushes it out. He sneaks that same foot over and nudges at my boot. "You're doing a brilliant thing here, little brother," he says.
"Yeah?" I try not to sound too eager for his approval.
He nods. "I mean, you're crap at charm work. You were always crap at charm work, but…" He shrugs. When he catches my eye, he laughs.
"Prick," I grouse. Then I take a long drink from the bottle, some of it spilling down my neck and soaking my shirt. "Damn," I say.
Bill doesn't say anything. He steps closer. He takes the bottle and sets it down on the floor. When he stands again, he fingers the hem of my shirt. I look between his eyes. "Bill…"
He pulls the shirt up my stomach, my chest, over my head, letting it drop. His eyes are on my lips. They darken. "Fuck, Charlie, it's been a long time," he says.
"Yeah," I agree. His eyes rove over my chest, back up to my lips.
Fuck this shit, I think, and pull him down hard, mashing my lips to his. He's breathing really harsh and biting my lips, shoving his tongue in my mouth, scraping his hands over my skin. Shit, I'm hard as hell in no time. None at all. Like when we were kids.
I wrench his jeans open and bite him back. I get him turned so that he's leaned against the railing. I shove my hand in and find his huge cock and stroke it. He pants against my mouth.
He only lets it go on a few seconds, then he's grasping me by the wrist and pulling my hand out of his pants. I look at him. We're both breathless. Bill's looking into my eyes like he's seeing into me. He puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes.
I sink to my knees in front of him as he pulls out his cock and holds it for me. He holds it with his right hand – the one with the three silver rings on his fingers. Not the left – the one with the wedding band.
I lick my lips, look up at him, and then I open my mouth, let him push it inside, and I suck him.
"Fucking hell, Charlie," he sighs when I bob my head on it. He tastes the same. I think I'm moaning. I don't know. His hands come and hold my head, the palms over my ears making the world sound cottony and strange, like we're in a different dimension all of a sudden where we can do this, where the inevitability of it is only a good thing, not bittersweet. Just goddamned sweet.
I deep throat him and gag. I try again, eyes watering. He groans, "Oh, shit…" and then comes, filling my mouth and throat in turn as I fuck my face onto his cock hard. I'm fucking the whole of him, all the way down and then all the way out, over and over. His hands slip into my hair, and his spunk runs down my face.
When he finishes, I pull off of it only to have him smack my cheeks with the half-hard thing a few times, a deep chuckle rising out of his throat.
"Fuck you," I whisper, my throat damaged now. I wipe my mouth and face with my arm.
He helps me up and pulls me close. His smile is sated and dangerous. He shoves a hand between us and cups my cock. "You don't suck dick anymore, do you?"
"Was it that bloody awful?"
"I came in three minutes. What do you think?"
"Nobody dictates what I do," I tell him. "Not even you, Bill."
He squeezes hard. "You're a top, Charlie. It's just who you are. Except with me."
Now he's teasing me, the backs of his fingernails running up and down my flies.
"You going to molest me all night like when we were kids and you didn't have the bollocks to make me come? Or are you going to be a man and get me off properly?" I want to rock against his hand so badly, but I don't.
"Oh, Charlie," he says. "I didn't come all this way to leave you like this."
"Why did you come all this way?" I'm breathless and I hate him.
He yanks my jeans and pants down around my thighs. He reaches around me with one hand and dips his middle finger into the crack of my arse, finding my hole and petting it. He takes my cock in his other and slides his loose fist slowly up and down.
"Still like it like this?" he asks me.
"No," I grit out.
He chuckles, leaning in and snogging me again. His tongue is Scotch-spicy, warm, and teasing. He circles my rim, applying pressure, and fucks in to the first knuckle. "I love your hot arse, Charlie," he whispers in my ear. "You don't let anybody have that either, do you?"
"You know I don't."
He eases his finger in and out, hand unhurried on my cock.
"You giving yourself time to get hard again, old man?"
He smiles – and slaps my cock. I gasp.
"Put up some privacy charms, goddamnit," I tell him.
He murmurs it, wandless. It makes me shiver. The world is gone. It's just gone. There is only us – me and Bill and my boy asleep inside.
Me and Bill and no one to stop us.
Now that the charms are in place, Bill slips his finger out of me, lets his control slip some and walks me back until I hit the wall of the house.
"Do that thing," I tell him.
He smiles and pulls his wand this time. He does the incantation, and then I'm magically just a little bit lighter. I bend quickly and ditch my jeans and pants, stumbling to get my boots off.
Then he's doing it – he's picking me up – and my back hits the wall hard. I wrap my legs around him, grabbing for the beams over my head to take some of my own weight in my arms. He finds my arsehole with his cock, and he shoves it inside.
"Lube, you fucker."
"Shit." He jostles us against the wall.
"I can't Accio through the wall."
He spits in his hand and reaches around, smearing it where we're joined. It's not much, but I like the burn anyway.
He fucks up into me, and I groan as loud as I bloody want. I use my legs around him and my arms and move on his dick even as he thrusts into me. I wrap one arm around his shoulders just to feel the effort in them, the slight trembling. He's pounding into my prostate, and it's so good it brings tears to my eyes.
"Fuck, Bill."
He grunts.
"Tell me something."
"Tell you what, dammit." His hips are pistoning. We've begun to sweat.
But hell if I know. "Fuck you don't make me come yet," I growl.
But then he whispers, "You're the hottest piece of arse I've ever had," and it spills me over the edge. His huge cock is thrusting in me, burning my insides, and my cock spurts come out onto his stomach, his fuck flinging it as he whips his hips hard and fast.
"Shit…shit…shit," he curses, getting closer and closer to it before finally gasping, filling me with it, shuddering. I grab the beams with both hands again to take the pressure off his arms so that he can just enjoy it – just lose himself inside me.
"God, that's good," I murmur to him. "That's so fucking good." My arse is warm and wet and pliant. I haven't been fucked like that in ages.
We stay connected for a few silent, trembling moments. Then I ease my legs down, and his cock slips out, bouncing free half-hard. He stumbles and then leans his forehead on my shoulder. I just sag against the wall and stroke his stupidly long hair. I play with his fang earring until he says, "Stop it, that tickles," like only a brother can.
He raises his head and backs up to fasten his jeans. I untangle my clothes and put them back on, except for the doused shirt.
I watch him put both hands to his head, pushing the hair back until his fingers are laced together behind his head. He stretches. I don't think I've ever seen anybody more beautiful than my big brother.
"Want to come inside for a nosh?" I ask.
He drops his arms and turns to me. He walks in close, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me. His lips are now tender on mine, his tongue barely dipping in between my lips. It goes on longer than we fucked.
When he's finished with me and I'm bloody reeling, he says, "Think I'll stay out here a bit and watch the moon rise."
I nod. "Yeah, I could use some sleep."
He smiles at me. Then he turns back out toward the valley, leaning on the railing once more, just like I found him. "Go see to your boy," he says. Then, when I don't answer, "I'll see you in the morning, Charlie."
"You know where the guest room is. Towels and stuff."
"Yeah, I know."
"All right then."
He draws his wand and takes down the charms, returning the world to its dizzily spinning state.
I go inside and shut the door.
I make my way to the master. Teddy is asleep inside with the light on and a book over half his face. I snort, but he doesn't wake. I've never known such a sound sleeper.
I go to the side of the bed and remove the book stealthily. He grunts in his sleep.
I strip my clothes off again. Why I put them back on at all, I just don't even know. I crawl into the big bed and wave the lights off. When I scoot into his back, Teddy turns, pushing his arse back into my crotch. I take a moment and just breathe in his lavender hair.
"Daddy?" he says sleepily.
"Mm hmm," I reply, Bill's come leaking out of my arse.
I lay there with him till he falls asleep again. I only roll back to my own side once the kid's snoring.
I prop my arm under my head and watch the shadows chase themselves over the ceiling, something I've done since I was a child.
The shadows always, eventually, make dragons.
I don't know when I fall asleep. I just do.
Author:
traintracksPairings: permutations of Charlie/Harry/Draco/Teddy, (Harry/Draco, Charlie/Teddy), past Teddy/Victoire, *Bill/Charlie, reference to Bill/Fleur* [highlight to read]
Rating: NC-17 (quite)
Words: 14,500 (in two parts)
Summary: Charlie doesn't think that this is his Fuck Autobiography. But it so is.
Content: threesome/moresome sex, Daddy!kink (between Charlie and Teddy), godfather/godson, passing Teddy around like THE best sex toy ever, bottom!Draco, Top!Draco, a LOT of come, some mild D/s, brief and mild whipping, cousincest, anal sex with no prep, *incest, infidelity* [highlight to read]
Go to Part One
I have to cut off all of Harry's annoying godfather "issues" – his 'Are you sure, Teddies' and 'God, I feel like a right gits' and things. I pull him to me, grab his fuckable arse and start massaging it. Harry loves that. It relaxes him. It reminds him I'm in control and I'd never let anybody hurt him or his godson. He rests his hands on my shoulders and looks into my eyes. I smile. "C'mere," I instruct and pull him to the sofa. I relax into one corner, one foot on the floor and one along the back, and nestle Harry against me, facing out. So he can watch.
Because thankfully, Draco Malfoy has no such issues and is all the fuck over Teddy Lupin.
"Malfoy," I call.
He sucks off Teddy's neck, his lips bruised-looking. "Yes?"
I crook my finger and he comes to kneel next to the sofa. I run one hand into his hair and press his face down into Harry's crotch. He goes easily, hungrily.
"This is where you live," I tell him.
Harry leans his head back against my shoulder, lips parting, as Malfoy nods, slurping at Harry's denim-covered cock. Harry's hand joins mine and we mess Malfoy's hair up good. My cock is getting harder and harder against Harry's now-squirming arse.
I shove Malfoy's head off. He comes up panting. He eyes Harry's soaked jeans, his obvious erection, and gives the display a little arrogant smile.
"Teddy?" I say, my voice changed from my own arousal.
"Yes, sir," he answers.
Harry groans in response, and Malfoy whispers, "Shite…"
They have no idea what's coming.
"Hold still," I tell Teddy. Then I withdraw my wand, aim it at him, and strip him bare in one swish.
He sort of gasps a laugh and then doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, so he just rubs them along his thighs over and over. His cock bobs in that deliciously heavy way it has.
"What do you want, sweetheart," I murmur to him, the backs of my fingers tickling up and down Harry's arm all the while.
Teddy, bless him, gets all shy. "Er…" he begins. "Draco?"
Draco's head snaps up as though he's been called in class and doesn't have the answer ready.
Teddy smiles at him and, no shit, shuffles his feet.
Harry reaches out with a foot and nudges Draco in the arse. Draco looks at him, and Harry raises his brows. That's all he needs. He gets up and walks over to Teddy, yanking his shirt off as he goes.
"What do you want him to do to you?" I ask. "Or what do you want to do to him?"
Harry practically purrs against me, so I slip my hand down to cup his bollocks and roll them slowly through his jeans.
Teddy touches Draco's pale chest, his fingers slipping down. He turns his hand palm up and squeezes Draco's cock through his trousers. "I want him to fuck me," he says, looking into his eyes. "With no prep."
They stare at each other for a moment, Draco frowning a little even as he rocks into Teddy's touch. But then he grabs Teddys' wrist so fast it's a blur as he spins him, pulls his arm back behind him, and wrestles him easily to the ground onto his knees and bent over at the waist.
Teddy gasps, cheek pressed to the rug, but once Draco has him in position – which took about two seconds – he sighs and spreads his legs, arching to open and display his arsehole for the taking.
"Damn…" I breathe against Harry's ear. I've never seen Malfoy top. I should have known he'd be all Slytherin-callous about it. Even though, at heart, he's a complete softy. More than any of us. Which is why watching him now, like this, wrenching open his trousers, is so bloody thrilling.
"Can you lubricate yourself, Teddy?" I ask.
He nods vigorously. Draco fishes his cock out.
"Then do it," I order.
Teddy closes his eyes and concentrates for a moment, and then I see it dripping out of him, running down his bollocks and his thighs.
"But you heard the boy," I tell Draco. "No fingers."
"That won't be a problem," Draco says, staring down at Teddy's slick cleft and stroking himself.
He aims, rubs the head of his cock over the pucker again and again. Harry's breath hitches. I pop the button on his jeans and slip my hand inside.
Draco holds his breath and pushes. Teddy's eyes flutter closed as the cock penetrates him slowly. Arousal pumps through my body watching it – watching Teddy's hole eat it up. I grasp Harry's cock under the head and begin to tug and twist, even as Draco releases the base of his cock to get all the way inside, and then smoothes his palms over Teddy's upturned arse.
Teddy whimpers. Draco smacks his arsecheeks, one and then the other, grabbing them, massaging them, squeezing them around his cock and gritting his teeth and then opening them, thumbs pulling until Teddy cries out and turns his forehead to the floor.
"He's good at this," I murmur to Harry.
He breathes a little laugh. "Yeah. I know."
And that I did not know. Knowing it – picturing it – does things to me, and it's all I can do not to strip Harry's jeans down and impale him on my cock right this minute.
But I keep it in my pants, leisurely stroking Harry inside his, and together we watch Malfoy bang the shit out of Teddy Lupin.
He holds nothing back, pounding his cock into Teddy's arse while Teddy's moans of pleasure are punctuated by the force.
"That good, Malfoy?" I ask.
His answer is to smack Teddy's arse again. "Unbelievable," he sighs. His hips slow and he stays deep as he looks over at us. He meets my gaze but then becomes quickly distracted by my hand disappeared down the front of Harry's jeans. Draco's eyes darken as he watches the movement against the denim, and he times his thrusts to match my rhythm. Teddy and Harry both groan.
Draco turns back to the boy on his knees in front of him, stuffed full of his cock. He withdraws, slowly and completely. Teddy whines, and his arsehole, newly stretched, stays open for it. Draco plunges back inside, fucking a plaintive cry from Teddy's throat.
"You like that?" Draco asks him.
"Unh huh," Teddy whines.
So Draco does it again, pulling the entire length of his cock out until the head just kisses the stretched open rim, and then driving it cruelly back inside. Harry starts panting against me. I slow my strokes, and he out-and-out groans, drowning out Teddy entirely.
"Charlie Weasley," Malfoy half-grunts, half-sighs, "may I ask what you're doing to Potter?"
"So he's Potter now you're getting all possessive of his cock?" I smile. Draco shoots me a very Slytherin grin and starts fucking Teddy faster, staying inside. It makes a delightfully disgusting sound, seeing as how Teddy's slicked himself even further.
Teddy's arse is bouncing like mad, and Draco's biting his lip – his sign that he's close – when a beautiful, surprising thing happens. And it shouldn't have been surprising in the least.
Teddy morphs. Into Harry.
So suddenly, Draco is mad inside Harry's arse, and Harry is watching this from the sofa, from my lap, and he gives this little choked gasp, and when Draco realizes, his lips part, his hips stutter in their rhythm, and when Teddy says, in Harry's deeper voice, "Do it, Malfoy," Draco, quite frankly, just loses his shit.
"Merlin…fuck…fuck…" he grunts and then starts coming, sighing and rubbing his hands up Teddy's broader back, over the globes of his meatier, fuzzy arse, over his back again, groaning and thrusting and finally bending and laying his cheek between Teddy's shoulder blades to lazily fuck out the last.
And all the while, Teddy is watching Harry through his own eyes.
It's the most riveting and useful display of Slytherinism I've ever seen.
As Draco jabs into him a couple more times, Teddy turns once more, becomes himself, and then Draco withdraws, panting, and I pull my hands from Harry's pants, wiping the copious pre-come on his denimed thigh.
"Your turn," I tell Harry, shoving him a little to get him off my aching cock.
"Teddy?" Draco asks. "Are you all right?"
Teddy rolls to his back, smiling hugely. "I'm quite all right," he says, and Draco gives him a hand up.
"I want to feel that arse," Draco growls, reaching around and running his fingers into the boy's crack, pushing one inside.
Teddy gasps and stumbles a little in Draco's arms. Draco sneaks a peek at Harry getting situated on the sofa, pulling his fat cock out of his jeans and pants and stroking it slowly.
"I think I stretched him well enough for you," Draco allows. "And he's good and wet." Draco turns Teddy toward the sofa. "Are you ready for him?" Not knowing who he's talking to exactly, Teddy and Harry both answer in the affirmative.
As Teddy makes his way to the sofa, I beckon Draco.
It's hard to pay attention to Teddy coming to stand in front of the man he's called his godfather, when I've got Draco Malfoy settling between my legs. His mouth, that is. He opens it over the denim like he did with Harry. He's sated, so he goes slow, slurping and biting up and down the length of my erection and making these huffy-moaning noises that make me want to shove it straight down his slender throat.
I lay my hand on his head, lean my head back, and just let him have free rein as I turn my eyes on the other two.
I've never seen Harry so nervous. I doubt Teddy can tell that he is – Harry's learned from dealing with anxious dragons how to play it close to the vest – but he is. It's in the bob of his Adam's apple, the jumping of his pulse at the base of his throat, the way his hand clenches and opens on the sofa cushion.
"Harry?" Teddy says, and it's so goddamned sweet I almost don't let Harry have him. But Malfoy is licking hard swipes under the head of my cock, so I'm pretty much good with anything the others want to do for the moment.
For the moment.
Harry reaches for the boy, taking his hand, and then Teddy climbs on, straddling his lap. Teddy smiles down at Harry, and because of their positioning, The Savior of the Bloody World has to look up to meet his eyes. He does. There's something beautiful in that that makes me tug at Draco's silky hair to get him to ease up. I'm not ready to come in my pants like a fourth year on his first date.
Draco grumbles – he was hitting his stride – but then goes back to licking the bulge slowly.
Teddy leans down and kisses Harry almost chastely, testing him. His tongue darts out, and he gives Harry's lower lip a little bite. Harry opens his mouth and snogs him hard, pulling on his hips until Teddy settles on him, their cocks touching. Teddy starts to move against him, and Harry's hands roam his back, pulling him down, closer, harder, until Teddy gasps out of the kiss and rises up.
There are no words as Harry takes his own cock by the base to steady it – as Teddy resituates and helps Harry guide it in – as Harry watches Teddy's rapt face as he slowly eases down and Harry's thick cock opens him, sliding in easy from Malfoy's spunk.
The little frown that creases between Teddy's brows as he settles is perhaps hotter than the way his prick presses to Harry's body. His hair flashes hot pink, and Harry's hands card into it. Teddy starts to rock.
"Kiss him, Harry," I instruct, and as he does, as their tongues touch softly and they kiss deep and unhurried even as Teddy rolls his hips and fucks himself on Harry's cock, Draco turns his head in my lap to watch.
I have to start thinking of old Quidditch scores – that time Ravenclaw was up by 160 but I'd seen the Snitch, and I had to fight off Li for it until we'd scored one more time – because Draco is rubbing his face all over my soaked jeans, and I'm pre-coming, and Teddy is whining and speeding up, and Harry's hands have taken him by the hips now, and I can see his fingers dig in.
Harry leans his head back onto the sofa while Teddy slams himself down now. Harry fumbles for and finds Teddy's cock and starts jacking it. He opens drugged eyes to watch Teddy bite his lip and bounce. Then Teddy comes, spurting shiny ribbons onto Harry's stomach and hand. In moments, Harry joins him, groaning more luridly than he probably wanted to allow himself, and Draco makes a little noise against my straining cock that has me hauling him up by the hair again. We both watch Harry's cock pumping it into him – how it dribbles out, how Teddy is a complete mess now, fucked open and leaking two men's semen, and whimpering, whimpering, whimpering.
Harry pulls him close and starts whispering something in Teddy's ear that I can't make out. Teddy rolls his hips, gasps, pulls back smiling at him. And I know I'm never going to ask.
"Harry," I say, though. He looks, and I yank open the button fly of my jeans and drag my cock out over my pants. Draco licks his swollen lips. "You and Malfoy. Get me ready for him."
Teddy slowly rises up until Harry's softening cock falls out of him.
"You all right?" Harry asks.
Teddy edges off his lap, nodding.
"Merlin, he's a metamorphmagus," I chastise Harry. "The boy can take a cock! He brought wine and chocolates; what do you want from him?"
Malfoy could very obviously not care less about any of it, since he's hollowing his cheeks around my dick at the moment.
"Teddy. On the floor. Face away."
His gaze finds mine briefly as he nods his assent. Then he drops down and lifts his hips, showing me…everything. The way he's stretched, the way he's red, the way he's sopping wet. I hold Malfoy's head still and leverage up, fucking his face for a few moments just to let the power of my lust take hold. Malfoy chokes, gagging, and I fuck him just a little bit more, finally shoving him off hard, the both of us gasping.
He wipes his mouth.
I stand up.
"Harry," I say.
He joins Malfoy, kneeling at my feet, leans in and licks up my shaft. Malfoy watches and then joins in, laving the other side. Teddy waits.
I lay a hand on each of their heads, Harry's coarse, Malfoy's fine. Harry's lips suck along the side. Malfoy's tongue darts against the crown. And then they meet over the head of my cock, at first tasting, one and then the other – Harry swiping over the slit, Malfoy mouthing it – and then finally finding each other in this slow, dirty snog with my cock between them, slipping in and out of their hot mouths.
It's messy and obscene and bloody beautiful, the two of them making up real nice over my cock. Harry takes Malfoy by the back of the head, tilting his own. Malfoy moans.
"Now finger fuck that boy's sloppy arse," I tell them.
Malfoy's breath huffs hot against my shaft. But Harry reaches out first, tickling Teddy's arsehole with one finger and then pushing two into him. It makes a squelching sound, and Teddy cries out.
Malfoy angles his hand and dips one finger in alongside Harry's two – and then sneaks in a second so that Teddy's taking four fingers – and they both keep sucking me, and this right here might just be heaven, I'm thinking.
Harry's mouth fits over me and slides decidedly down even as Teddy fucks his arse back on their fingers helplessly. Malfoy licks where Harry's lips meet my cock and follow back up until he's snogging Harry again, desperate and hungry for it – my taste in his lover's mouth.
"That's enough," I finally say. Because it's either come all over their faces – or properly fuck my boy. "Go watch from the sofa. Make out or wank or whatever you like," I tell them. I can't take my eyes off the feast in front of me.
They pull their hands from Teddy's arse, and he mewls. I lower myself to my knees. I Summon a plump pillow from the sofa. "On your back, boy," I command.
Teddy turns over. I manhandle him until he's where the others can see what's happening, and I shove the pillow under his lower back and arse. He obliges by pulling his legs up. He's so exposed. He's hard again. His cock drools a little pre-come onto his stomach and it slowly rolls toward his chest.
I hitch his legs over my shoulders. I aim matter-of-factly. I push hard and enter him swiftly, filling him up with one brutal stroke.
He turns his head and cries out. I throw my hips into it and bang him hard and fast from the start, working up a friction. He lies there, jostled and almost continually moaning from it. My arms bracket either side of his shoulders. I come up off my knees entirely, my thighs taking the strain. And I hammer him. I keep it up for maybe five minutes. I'm grunting and growling, and I want him so badly, I'm almost afraid of this feeling in my gut, up in my chest.
I could hurt him. I know I could.
But that's when he starts crying, "Daddy… P-please D-daddy…"
I slow my thrusts way down, easing in and out. There's a high whine from the sofa and the sound of slapping flesh, and I just don't even give a damn. Having Teddy Lupin under me, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes, calling me his Daddy… I never even thought I'd want this. Now I don't know if I'll ever get enough.
It's a dangerous feeling.
"Your cunt feels so good around Daddy's cock," I whisper to him. "How do you want your Daddy to fuck you, sweetheart?"
He whines, and I lay on top of him, taking him in my arms. His wraps his around my neck. His eyes are wide and sweet. I'm fucking deep now, staying deep.
"Tell Daddy how it feels when he's fucking you." Merlin, I'm high on it. Saying it. Being it.
"So good," he says softly.
"Does it hurt a little bit?"
"Just a little bit."
"And do you like that?" I thrust hard a few times, making his pretty face crumple.
"Ye-e-es," he answers.
"Is it wrong for Daddy to fuck his boy?"
He shakes his head no.
"Not even a little bit wrong-feeling?"
"A…a little," he concedes.
"But you like that?"
His arms grip me tight then. "Yesssss!"
"You want Daddy to come inside you?" I'm so close, goddamn it.
He nods. "Please, Daddy. I want it."
I glance, for the first time, at the sofa. Harry's watching, and Draco is lying between his legs, bobbing his head. Harry gives me a little smile. His hand is threaded into Draco's hair.
I look down at Teddy, moving in him so slow. "You want it?" I say again.
He nods.
I unwrap his arms from around me and pin them over his head. I come up on my feet again and bend him in two. I fuck hard and fast.
"You're so full of come," I tell him. "You want even more? You little cock slut?"
He slips, says my name, "Charlie…"
I'm too far gone to care. And actually, it sounds really bloody good.
My bollocks draw up. It thunders through me, making me gasp and pant. My come floods his arse, squishing out, running down his cleft. I'm coming so hard, I think I could black out from it. I grit my teeth, my muscles trembling with effort, and pump him full.
Three cocks. Three loads of come. Teddy Lupin is a fucking miracle.
Harry must have come in Draco's mouth at some point. I don't even know. Everybody dressed, and then somehow Harry and Draco absconded with the wine Teddy brought and made off to Harry's room, but not before Harry hugged Teddy goodnight and Draco smacked him on the arse.
Now it's just him and me.
"Do you want to stay?" I ask.
He reaches out and idly traces the shiny remains of a bad burn on my arm. "I promised Padma I'd take her graveyard shift."
I'm leaned back against the kitchen counter, and he leans into me. He smells like me. It makes me want to growl.
"You're something else, Teddy Lupin," I tell him.
He looks up at me with a wicked smile that I can feel into my toes.
Shit.
I walk him to the door. He turns in the open doorway, and, like I do it all the time, I tug him to me for a fierce kiss.
"The password on the door wards is 'bowtruckle tits'," I say when I finally pull back from him.
He laughs. He can lull a dragon with one slight movement of his wand, but he laughs like a boy.
"Come back anytime."
He bites his lip, looks at mine. He nods.
Then he turns and tromps down the stairs to the ground level and sets off toward the paddocks.
I lean in the open doorway, my arms crossed over my chest, and watch him.
He turns once and waves jauntily.
Merlin's saggy-arse bollocks. I'm in big bloody trouble.
Harry shows up in my office two weeks later.
"What's up?"
"Charlie," he says, and I know this isn't dragon-related.
I look at him a moment, then I gesture for him to come around the desk. He perches his arse on the edge, and I settle a hand familiarly on his thigh.
"I know why you're here," I tell him.
He flushes with guilt, so I flash him a smile and fiddle with the inseam on his jeans.
"Harry, it's all right. I never intended to keep a bloody harem."
He looks at me, and I'm surprised at the warmth there. Harry and I always made good friends – great friends. Clearly, that's not meant to change.
"When are the two of you moving out then?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.
"I need to requisition a new flat." He rubs his scar absently. "Two bedroom, because you know we're going to row."
I snort, but then I tell him, "I'm going to miss witnessing the make up sex."
"We'll try to have some of it in the corral, don't worry," he laughs.
"I'll have something cleaned up for you by the end of the day."
He looks down. "Thanks, Charlie." Then, "You know this doesn't have to do with…"
"I know," I tell him. Even though it does and we both know it. "C'mere."
When he's close enough, I jerk him down by the front of the shirt and snog him soundly. "Monogamy's a bitch," I warn him.
"And polyamory's not?"
I scoff at his term. "I just like to fuck, Potter."
He straightens and gives me a knowing smirk.
"Don't start in on some heart-of-gold, love enough for every cock I come across bullshit, Harry. There's only one thing I love like that in this world, and that's a fire-breathing, winged, bloody great lizard, all right?"
"I love you, Charlie," he gushes suddenly.
"Sod off!"
He's edging toward the door. "I looooove you, Charlie," he goads.
"Shut it, you bloody ponce of an arse."
"I love you so much I—"
I draw my wand, but the shit Expelliarmuses me before I can even blink. Then he laughs his stupid arse off all the way out the door.
"Barmy git!" I yell after him.
I Accio my wand, shake my head, and start the paperwork for his and Draco's move. It's only when I'm writing the date that I realize it.
Bill will be here tomorrow.
We're just administering a salve to Norberta's right wing, so for a moment, I don't understand at all the terror that has come to fill Teddy's eyes, but it registers soon enough.
"Still playing fast and loose with the Ridgebacks, little brother?"
The smile's on my face before I can stop it, and I turn, grabbing him – we grab each other. I pull him in close.
"Bloody hell, it's good to see you," I say.
"I'd've thought you'd learn to use the blinders after the Claudette incident," he says, banging me on the back heartily.
I pull back and his hands grab and squeeze my shoulders hard. "With Norberta? She's practically a pygmy puff in dragon's clothing."
"It's good to see you, too, Charlie," Bill says, smiling at me. He looks past me, one hand sliding off my shoulder. "Teddy," he says, and in just that one word he says so much about being the relieved near-father-in-law who doesn't have to hate this kid because he didn't break his daughter's heart too badly. I'm sure it helps that Victoire was last seen at the family Christmas function snogging the ever-loving soul out of Eddie Longbottom.
"Mr. Weasley," Teddy almost whispers.
"You're looking fit," Bill says to him. "How do you like working under this one's whip?"
Teddy's eyes go wide for a moment, but then he laughs a little drunkenly, a little too much, and he blushes and proceeds to tell Bill what an honor it is to work with me and goes on and on in such as way as to leave really no doubt that we're fucking.
Bloody great.
"I see," Bill says. But he's looking right at me.
I give him a silent warning (or a plea), but he just shakes his head, shoves me, and says, "I'm hitting the mess for some food. I'm completely knackered. Catch up later?"
I nod. "I'll be back home around eight," I tell him.
"Teddy," he says again, in almost that same exact way, only now there's a note of 'Have fun letting my brother bugger you' in there as well.
When he's gone, I look down at the kid. "Brilliant," I tell him.
"What?" he says.
I just tousle his now blanched white hair. "Do you have Norberta? I need to get back to the office."
"Yeah, sure," he says. When I start to walk away, though, he stops me. "Charlie?"
I turn.
"Do you…not want me to…come over tonight?"
I think for a moment. Then I tell him, "I'm not ashamed of what we're doing, you know."
It's true. I would have told Bill in private at some point.
"Doesn't mean you'd want me there," he counters.
I frown. "I want you there."
He blushes and drops his gaze. Then he nods. "All right. If you're sure."
"I wouldn't say it unless I was, boy."
He swallows. "Yes, sir."
"Finish up here and then go find and help Patil with those new fire alarm charms."
"Yes, sir."
"Dinner at 8:30. I'm ordering from Zabini's new place down the hill."
"Thank you, sir."
"And you're staying after."
His hair goes lavender. I haven't really figured out what that one means yet, though. Until he whispers, "Thank you, Daddy."
I firm my lips and shove my hands in my pockets in order not to do him right where he sits and seriously freak out Norberta.
I walk away, to my office, to the never-ending paperwork, and I'm only half-hard.
Teddy helps me clear dinner away. We do it by hand. I don't know why. We just fall to it, passing one another as we take plates from the table to the sink. Bill is out on the veranda.
Once everything is in the sink, I set the dishes to washing like I learned from my mum.
Teddy sighs. "Did I do all right?"
I know he's not talking about the dishes. I grab him around the back of the neck, pull him close, and murmur in his ear, my lips grazing the shell, "You were fucking lovely."
He hums. He wraps his arms around me slowly, with what feels like effort.
"Sleepy?" I ask him.
"Dandelion wine always does that to me. Mind if I beg off and go to bed?"
"No," I tell him, though my hands can't seem to stop roaming up and down his back. "Knowing my brother, we'll probably be up half the night talking, so…"
"Don't wait up?" he asks, leaning back and looking into my eyes.
"I'll be in some time before dawn."
"I'll be warming the sheets," he answers.
I run an appreciative hand over the swell of his arse. "Anyone ever tell you that you have an arse that won't quit?" I ask philosophically.
"No, but I don't think I've reached my limit yet."
I smack it, squeeze it, and then shove him away from me on a growl. "Go rest before I fuck you on the counter."
"If you insist," he sighs. But then he yawns gigantically.
I swat his arse one more time and because I just cannot keep my bloody hands off of it. Then I turn and watch the dish mop making sudsy circles on a plate for a few moments before taking down the twenty year-old Scotch. I forego glasses.
I take the bottle and walk through the house with it, my boots making heavy scraping sounds even as I hear Teddy cleaning his teeth and running the water. Such a good boy.
When I step out into the night, Bill doesn't turn. He's staring out over the valley at a herd of Thestrals who are grazing in the distance.
Seeing them always makes me think of Freddie. My gut seizes up momentarily. I unscrew the Scotch and take a swig. I join Bill at the railing and lean there, the bottle hanging over the side.
"Mm?" I ask him, holding it out.
He takes it, drinks long, passes it back. Then he takes a pack from the back pocket of his black jeans and lights a fag. He hands it to me without comment, and I take a drag, wondering if Harry will ever come back and steal puffs off my cigarettes. Of all the things, I think I miss that the most so far.
"Why are you being such a morose little bastard over there?" Bill asks when I hand the fag back.
"Er, eat me," I tell him.
He gives me a long, long look.
"So, I know I'm not just on vacation, Charlie," he says. "You said there's some curse-breaking needs done?"
We talk about the job for a little bit, some stray dark magic down near the village. Probably kids playing with a spell book and things got out of hand. The village kids are such plonkers. Like I wasn't!
We talk about Mum and Dad, about Ron and Hermione, about Georgie and the shop and Angelina's pregnancy. I ask after Victoire, and he smiles. "She's brilliant. Going for a Muggle PhD, did I tell you?"
"Merlin," I breathe. "Dom?"
"Quidditch hero. Crap witch." He laughs.
"Louis?"
"I'm changing his name to Little Fred. Every day something new explodes."
We're both silent for a bit, then I snatch his fag away and draw again. I blow the smoke up toward the moon, only half full. "Waxing or waning?" I ask him.
"Definitely waning or I'd be more twitchy," he replies.
I look over and smile at him. He looks over and smiles back.
I clear my throat. "How's Fleur?" I ask.
His smile falters. He looks back out at the valley. "Fine," he replies, shrugging. "She's fine." He takes the fag back and inhales. Then he drops it and crushes it out. He sneaks that same foot over and nudges at my boot. "You're doing a brilliant thing here, little brother," he says.
"Yeah?" I try not to sound too eager for his approval.
He nods. "I mean, you're crap at charm work. You were always crap at charm work, but…" He shrugs. When he catches my eye, he laughs.
"Prick," I grouse. Then I take a long drink from the bottle, some of it spilling down my neck and soaking my shirt. "Damn," I say.
Bill doesn't say anything. He steps closer. He takes the bottle and sets it down on the floor. When he stands again, he fingers the hem of my shirt. I look between his eyes. "Bill…"
He pulls the shirt up my stomach, my chest, over my head, letting it drop. His eyes are on my lips. They darken. "Fuck, Charlie, it's been a long time," he says.
"Yeah," I agree. His eyes rove over my chest, back up to my lips.
Fuck this shit, I think, and pull him down hard, mashing my lips to his. He's breathing really harsh and biting my lips, shoving his tongue in my mouth, scraping his hands over my skin. Shit, I'm hard as hell in no time. None at all. Like when we were kids.
I wrench his jeans open and bite him back. I get him turned so that he's leaned against the railing. I shove my hand in and find his huge cock and stroke it. He pants against my mouth.
He only lets it go on a few seconds, then he's grasping me by the wrist and pulling my hand out of his pants. I look at him. We're both breathless. Bill's looking into my eyes like he's seeing into me. He puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes.
I sink to my knees in front of him as he pulls out his cock and holds it for me. He holds it with his right hand – the one with the three silver rings on his fingers. Not the left – the one with the wedding band.
I lick my lips, look up at him, and then I open my mouth, let him push it inside, and I suck him.
"Fucking hell, Charlie," he sighs when I bob my head on it. He tastes the same. I think I'm moaning. I don't know. His hands come and hold my head, the palms over my ears making the world sound cottony and strange, like we're in a different dimension all of a sudden where we can do this, where the inevitability of it is only a good thing, not bittersweet. Just goddamned sweet.
I deep throat him and gag. I try again, eyes watering. He groans, "Oh, shit…" and then comes, filling my mouth and throat in turn as I fuck my face onto his cock hard. I'm fucking the whole of him, all the way down and then all the way out, over and over. His hands slip into my hair, and his spunk runs down my face.
When he finishes, I pull off of it only to have him smack my cheeks with the half-hard thing a few times, a deep chuckle rising out of his throat.
"Fuck you," I whisper, my throat damaged now. I wipe my mouth and face with my arm.
He helps me up and pulls me close. His smile is sated and dangerous. He shoves a hand between us and cups my cock. "You don't suck dick anymore, do you?"
"Was it that bloody awful?"
"I came in three minutes. What do you think?"
"Nobody dictates what I do," I tell him. "Not even you, Bill."
He squeezes hard. "You're a top, Charlie. It's just who you are. Except with me."
Now he's teasing me, the backs of his fingernails running up and down my flies.
"You going to molest me all night like when we were kids and you didn't have the bollocks to make me come? Or are you going to be a man and get me off properly?" I want to rock against his hand so badly, but I don't.
"Oh, Charlie," he says. "I didn't come all this way to leave you like this."
"Why did you come all this way?" I'm breathless and I hate him.
He yanks my jeans and pants down around my thighs. He reaches around me with one hand and dips his middle finger into the crack of my arse, finding my hole and petting it. He takes my cock in his other and slides his loose fist slowly up and down.
"Still like it like this?" he asks me.
"No," I grit out.
He chuckles, leaning in and snogging me again. His tongue is Scotch-spicy, warm, and teasing. He circles my rim, applying pressure, and fucks in to the first knuckle. "I love your hot arse, Charlie," he whispers in my ear. "You don't let anybody have that either, do you?"
"You know I don't."
He eases his finger in and out, hand unhurried on my cock.
"You giving yourself time to get hard again, old man?"
He smiles – and slaps my cock. I gasp.
"Put up some privacy charms, goddamnit," I tell him.
He murmurs it, wandless. It makes me shiver. The world is gone. It's just gone. There is only us – me and Bill and my boy asleep inside.
Me and Bill and no one to stop us.
Now that the charms are in place, Bill slips his finger out of me, lets his control slip some and walks me back until I hit the wall of the house.
"Do that thing," I tell him.
He smiles and pulls his wand this time. He does the incantation, and then I'm magically just a little bit lighter. I bend quickly and ditch my jeans and pants, stumbling to get my boots off.
Then he's doing it – he's picking me up – and my back hits the wall hard. I wrap my legs around him, grabbing for the beams over my head to take some of my own weight in my arms. He finds my arsehole with his cock, and he shoves it inside.
"Lube, you fucker."
"Shit." He jostles us against the wall.
"I can't Accio through the wall."
He spits in his hand and reaches around, smearing it where we're joined. It's not much, but I like the burn anyway.
He fucks up into me, and I groan as loud as I bloody want. I use my legs around him and my arms and move on his dick even as he thrusts into me. I wrap one arm around his shoulders just to feel the effort in them, the slight trembling. He's pounding into my prostate, and it's so good it brings tears to my eyes.
"Fuck, Bill."
He grunts.
"Tell me something."
"Tell you what, dammit." His hips are pistoning. We've begun to sweat.
But hell if I know. "Fuck you don't make me come yet," I growl.
But then he whispers, "You're the hottest piece of arse I've ever had," and it spills me over the edge. His huge cock is thrusting in me, burning my insides, and my cock spurts come out onto his stomach, his fuck flinging it as he whips his hips hard and fast.
"Shit…shit…shit," he curses, getting closer and closer to it before finally gasping, filling me with it, shuddering. I grab the beams with both hands again to take the pressure off his arms so that he can just enjoy it – just lose himself inside me.
"God, that's good," I murmur to him. "That's so fucking good." My arse is warm and wet and pliant. I haven't been fucked like that in ages.
We stay connected for a few silent, trembling moments. Then I ease my legs down, and his cock slips out, bouncing free half-hard. He stumbles and then leans his forehead on my shoulder. I just sag against the wall and stroke his stupidly long hair. I play with his fang earring until he says, "Stop it, that tickles," like only a brother can.
He raises his head and backs up to fasten his jeans. I untangle my clothes and put them back on, except for the doused shirt.
I watch him put both hands to his head, pushing the hair back until his fingers are laced together behind his head. He stretches. I don't think I've ever seen anybody more beautiful than my big brother.
"Want to come inside for a nosh?" I ask.
He drops his arms and turns to me. He walks in close, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me. His lips are now tender on mine, his tongue barely dipping in between my lips. It goes on longer than we fucked.
When he's finished with me and I'm bloody reeling, he says, "Think I'll stay out here a bit and watch the moon rise."
I nod. "Yeah, I could use some sleep."
He smiles at me. Then he turns back out toward the valley, leaning on the railing once more, just like I found him. "Go see to your boy," he says. Then, when I don't answer, "I'll see you in the morning, Charlie."
"You know where the guest room is. Towels and stuff."
"Yeah, I know."
"All right then."
He draws his wand and takes down the charms, returning the world to its dizzily spinning state.
I go inside and shut the door.
I make my way to the master. Teddy is asleep inside with the light on and a book over half his face. I snort, but he doesn't wake. I've never known such a sound sleeper.
I go to the side of the bed and remove the book stealthily. He grunts in his sleep.
I strip my clothes off again. Why I put them back on at all, I just don't even know. I crawl into the big bed and wave the lights off. When I scoot into his back, Teddy turns, pushing his arse back into my crotch. I take a moment and just breathe in his lavender hair.
"Daddy?" he says sleepily.
"Mm hmm," I reply, Bill's come leaking out of my arse.
I lay there with him till he falls asleep again. I only roll back to my own side once the kid's snoring.
I prop my arm under my head and watch the shadows chase themselves over the ceiling, something I've done since I was a child.
The shadows always, eventually, make dragons.
I don't know when I fall asleep. I just do.
Tags:
- charlie weasley is a fuck god,
- foursome: charlie/harry/draco/teddy,
- kink: age difference,
- kink: anal sex,
- kink: blowjob,
- kink: cock slapping,
- kink: cousincest,
- kink: cross-gen,
- kink: d/s,
- kink: daddy,
- kink: dp,
- kink: finger fucking,
- kink: friends with benefits,
- kink: godfather/godson,
- kink: handjob,
- kink: incest,
- kink: passing someone around,
- kink: rough sex,
- kink: sex on the floor,
- kink: sex without foreplay,
- kink: size,
- kink: threesome,
- kink: uncut cock,
- pairing: bill/charlie,
- pairing: charlie/teddy,
- pairing: draco/teddy,
- pairing: harry/draco,
- pairing: harry/teddy,
- rating: nc-17
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